Sister, Shut Up!

This time, it was Su Huai porridge who was a little bit reluctant to part with his junior, and grabbed his collar again, moved his face closer, and kissed his junior a few times.

If it wasn't for the embarrassment of delaying the driver's trip, Jiang Miao really wanted to put the senior sister in the back seat.

"Sister, do you want to stay? Go up and meet your parents-in-law?"

"Fuck you." Su Huai porridge rolled his eyes at him, then pushed him out with a blushing face, "Code well, don't be lazy, you understand?"

"Know it."

Jiang Miao took out the suitcase from the trunk, walked around to the car door, probed in for a kiss, and finally had to say goodbye.

With a bang, the door closed.

Su Huai porridge pressed the car window, watched Jiang Miao standing where she was, and watched her go away.

"Where are you going to send it?" the driver brother interrupted rudely.

"East Gate of Hengtang Village, thank you."

164. Just, just 5 more minutes...

Seeing the taxi carrying the senior sister disappear around the corner of the street, Jiang Miao exhaled and turned into a cloud of white mist in front of her.

Jiang Miao was a bit reluctant to be able to meet her senior sister every day at school, and even go to her house to have intimate contact with her. Now that they had to part ways, and they didn't know how many days it would take to see each other again, Jiang Miao was really reluctant.

Dragging the suitcase and walking towards the gate of East Lake Garden, Jiang Miao sighed, and took it as a source.

It is a common plot for the male and female protagonists to temporarily separate after returning home. It is a good time to experience the emotion of parting and separation.

Jiang Miao could only comfort herself in this way.

It was only three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and Jiang Miao walked into the community with familiarity, found the corridor gate of Unit 5, Building 1, and walked all the way to Room 401.

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Taking out the key from his pocket, Jiang Miao was about to open the door when the door was opened from the inside.

"Eh? Miaomiao is back?"

Tang Xiaojing was fully equipped, carrying a bulging mountaineering bag, wearing a baseball cap, and dressed neatly. She looked at her son in surprise, "Did you finish the exam?"

"I finished the exam yesterday." Jiang Miao said with a speechless face, "Mom, what is this?"

"Go climbing, I have an appointment."

The 50-year-old Tang Xiaojing is well maintained. She stood up straight and just reached Jiang Miao's neck. She raised her hand and patted her son's shoulder. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she suggested, "Do you want to go together? It's fun."

"Hehe...don't."

Jiang Miao refused without hesitation.

His mother likes to travel very much. Jiang Miao has been taken by Tang Xiaojing to travel every year since she was a child.

I have played in various places near and far.

Later, for some reason, Tang Xiaojing gradually lost interest in this kind of rough tour, and began to get in touch with that kind of pure donkey mountaineering.

Specially choose the mountains that have no pipelines, only rugged mountain roads and even rope equipment to climb, and enjoy the kind of broad mind that conquers the mountains and sees all the small ones.

Jiang Miao didn't reject this kind of activity, but his physical fitness dropped absurdly after high school. He went with his mother once during the summer vacation, and his legs were almost broken.

What's more, he just came home, how could he just follow him to climb the mountain?

What if the senior sister finds him?

"How many days are you going this time?" Jiang Miao asked while changing shoes while carrying a suitcase into the house.

"For four days and three nights, we will also set up tents." Tang Xiaojing continued to encourage, "It's very interesting, are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Don't go."

"There are two other little girls. The daughters of your Aunt Li and Aunt Xue are both about your age. You young people also have something in common." Tang Xiaojing took out a killer move.

Ha ha.

"No." Jiang Miao refused calmly.

He already has seniors, so he still cares about little girls?

"It's boring, it's not fun anymore when you grow up." Tang Xiaojing poked his forehead, "When you were young, when you heard that your mother wanted to travel, you would yell at your mother that I would go too."

"...Mom, aren't you leaving? Don't be late."

"What's the matter? The son is back and the mother can't take a second look at him?" Tang Xiaojing glared at him, then leaned forward and hugged her son with open arms, "Come and hug, I haven't seen you in months, it's a little bit I lost weight."

Jiang Miao hugged his mother helplessly, and finally sent her out of the house.

Before closing the door, Tang Xiaojing outside the door shouted as she went down the stairs: "Call your dad! Let him buy vegetables and cook!"

"understood!"

Jiang Miao responded, closed the door, and took a long breath, but what she remembered in her heart was the hug of the senior sister.

Oops, I've just entered the house, and I miss my senior more and more.

However, he did not forget his mother's advice, and while dragging his suitcase into his room, he called his father.

The phone was dialed, and the bell continued to ring.

No one answered for more than 30 seconds.

Jiang Miao tilted her head to hold the phone, sat on the side of the bed, opened the suitcase, and began to organize her things.

After a few more seconds, the call was connected.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Zhenguo's rough voice came from the phone.

"I'm home." Jiang Miao briefly explained, "Where are you?"

"It's fishing, it's okay, I hang up."

"My mother asked you to go home and cook."

"Is she not going out to play?"

"...But your son is back."

"Jiang Miao, how old are you this year?"

"18."

"Adults have to have their own responsibilities. Dad will come back later, you go shopping and cooking, and let your dad enjoy the blessing."

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Miao curled her lips, threw the phone on the bed, and dumped out the contents of the suitcase. After tidying up, she took out the phone again and sent a message to her mother.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Mom, my dad asked me to cook by myself.

[Tang Xiaojing]: Just wait.

After a few minutes.

[Tang Xiaojing]: It's done, just wait.

When Jiang Miao saw the message, she immediately felt relieved, opened her notebook leisurely, and began to code comfortably.

After a while, WeChat vibrated again.

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: I'm home.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Do you have any photos?

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: No other meaning, just want to see our grandma.

[Congee porridge loves porridge]: That's my grandma!You think well.

[Porridge porridge loves to drink porridge]: (picture)

In the photo is a group photo of Su Huai porridge and her grandma.

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Hengtang Village is located in the northernmost part of Linping District, about 10 minutes' drive from Jiang Miao's home.

After the taxi was delivered to the east gate, Su Huai porridge got out of the car, dragged his suitcase into Hengtang Village, and walked towards the house in the farthest corner to the north.

Although they are all four-story country houses, Grandma Su Huai Porridge's house has been several decades old, and it is completely different from the renovated villa next door.

Su Huai Congee came to grandma's house, there were two or three shallots planted in the yard, and the two saplings were as tall as a person.

It's just that it's still a sapling, but it doesn't have much energy, and it's wilting branches like a gloomy old man, looking at it makes people feel gloomy.

Patting his face vigorously, Su Huai porridge cheered up, showing a bright smile, dragging the suitcase and walking out briskly, before entering the door, he shouted:

"Grandma! I'm back! Where are you?!"

Xu Guiying, with wrinkled face and silver-white hair, was lying half asleep on the recliner in the hall on the first floor, knitting a scarf in her hand.

The old TV set on the wall was playing advertisements for selling goods, blowing up the goods inside to make it look like a few times in the world. The sound was turned up to the maximum, and the whole hall was noisy.

He seemed really angry.

But the room was full of Xu Guiying, a gray-haired man in his seventies and eighties, with his eyes slightly closed, not sure if he was asleep or awake.

But the movement of knitting the scarf in his hands is sharp and quick, unlike the meekness of the elderly, showing the skills that have been soaked for decades.

But Su Huai Porridge's voice suddenly broke the atmosphere here, causing Xu Guiying's swift and withered hands to stop instantly.

The slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the cloudy eyeballs rolled twice, looking towards the door.

When that familiar and beautiful face came into view, Xu Guiying's eyes suddenly shimmered with a faint light, with a warm smile and wrinkled face, spreading a winter flower on her face.

"grandmother!"

Su Huai Porridge was full of smiles, and trotted to Xu Guiying's side, put the suitcase aside, reached out and hugged grandma, and kissed her on the face, "I'm back~ Do you miss me?"

"I definitely want to." Xu Guiying smiled happily, like a child, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she patted Su Huaiyu's back twice with her right hand, "You're still like a child, sit down first." Down."

Su Huai Congee obediently pulled the chair over, sat next to grandma, took the remote control, and turned off the TV to a very low volume.

The room suddenly fell silent.

But full of anger.

I chatted with my grandma for a while, praised the scarf she wove, and told her to keep warm in winter, and then Su Huai porridge remembered my little brother from home.